strip me pluto. by ciara ip & oscar bjelland.

pimpin' all over the world!

Jan 8
hi!!  oscar again.  where the fuck is ciara?????
i had to post a little blog about my boots, to just really give them the send off they deserve.  i’ve had them for nearly six years; they were my fourth pair of DMs i think and they should have been binned a long time ago, cuz they’ve been leaking/had holes in them for fucking ages.  they were actually my second pair of cherry reds, i am now on my third.  i have dabbled with other shoes; i went through a converse phase, i had a pair of vans slip ons, but none of them matched up to my little lovelies pictured above.
i’m turning into a bit of a DMs maniac actually, as i have JUST ordered some red tartan fabric ones and i’m getting some white leather ones and some purple shimmer ones.  AAAARGH.
i don’t think i’ve ever known someone be so sentimental about a pair of old smelly ripped boots before, but just think of the miles i have walked in them!  i’ve been to malaysia in those boots, i’ve been to singapore in those boots, i’ve been to new zealand in those boots, i went to my first scout niblett show in those boots, i saw pj harvey in those boots, i met nick cave in those boots, i met andrea kerr in those boots, i saw the slits twice in those boots!  gaaaah.  i wore them on my 18th birthday and bought my first legal drink in those boots!  the first time i ever drove a car i wore those boots!  sigh.  my first day of sixth form, my first day of college, my first day of uni!!!!!  it’s not cuz i’m poor and couldn’t afford new boots, which is a conclusion a lot of people readily jump to, it’s just because i loved those boots.
i can’t throw them away, right??  i want to line them with plastic and turn them into plant pots to put on my windowsill.
i hate my new boots, the ones on the right.  they are very obviously not broken in yet and they made my feet bleed yesterday, it was rank.
dms, particularly cherry red ones, are quite controversial - people either think they’re hideous or gorgeous, i am of the latter persuasion myself and although i don’t think my battered up old ones are particularly pretty anymore, they were once.

hi!!  oscar again.  where the fuck is ciara?????

i had to post a little blog about my boots, to just really give them the send off they deserve.  i’ve had them for nearly six years; they were my fourth pair of DMs i think and they should have been binned a long time ago, cuz they’ve been leaking/had holes in them for fucking ages.  they were actually my second pair of cherry reds, i am now on my third.  i have dabbled with other shoes; i went through a converse phase, i had a pair of vans slip ons, but none of them matched up to my little lovelies pictured above.

i’m turning into a bit of a DMs maniac actually, as i have JUST ordered some red tartan fabric ones and i’m getting some white leather ones and some purple shimmer ones.  AAAARGH.

i don’t think i’ve ever known someone be so sentimental about a pair of old smelly ripped boots before, but just think of the miles i have walked in them!  i’ve been to malaysia in those boots, i’ve been to singapore in those boots, i’ve been to new zealand in those boots, i went to my first scout niblett show in those boots, i saw pj harvey in those boots, i met nick cave in those boots, i met andrea kerr in those boots, i saw the slits twice in those boots!  gaaaah.  i wore them on my 18th birthday and bought my first legal drink in those boots!  the first time i ever drove a car i wore those boots!  sigh.  my first day of sixth form, my first day of college, my first day of uni!!!!!  it’s not cuz i’m poor and couldn’t afford new boots, which is a conclusion a lot of people readily jump to, it’s just because i loved those boots.

i can’t throw them away, right??  i want to line them with plastic and turn them into plant pots to put on my windowsill.

i hate my new boots, the ones on the right.  they are very obviously not broken in yet and they made my feet bleed yesterday, it was rank.

dms, particularly cherry red ones, are quite controversial - people either think they’re hideous or gorgeous, i am of the latter persuasion myself and although i don’t think my battered up old ones are particularly pretty anymore, they were once.